Erin Watt Broken Prince の小説・ストーリー

"There I go again. Feeling sorry for myself. I should get used to it. Princess Mairwen has better things do with her life than spend time making gadgets. She is a princess after all. And her brother is back. I would never want to get in the way of that bond." Renat was truly trying to be thoughtful, though the thought that Alaron might turn him into a fiery crisp had entered his mind once or twice. The stories Renat had heard made the prince sound quite volatile. The scientist had only one good arm at present. He was no match for a wizard. Brinn wanted to tease the boy further, but found herself comforting him instead. "Do not get too used to the princess's absence. I would bet my last coin

He turned around and shouted angrily, "Let me ask again: Did any of you see the thirteenth prince?!" All of the beasts shook their heads. Frantic footsteps were heard. Besant rushed over to Karsh's side and whispered, "I looked around and couldn't find the prince and his men. It seems like they disappeared…" Besant felt incredibly anxious when it said that. There were traces of an intense battle here, and they noticed remnants of electricity. The thirteenth prince's constitution was unique, and it had a close relationship with the lightning lament. Its natural-born technique was the blade of lightning.

It was probably their connection as fated mates that had helped him break through the magical barrier. Hayden was quiet but his heart was still beating faintly. “His pulse is too slow,” said Titan, grasping the Prince’s wrist. “Can’t he heal from this?” Said Cory, her voice thick with tears. Titan was silent but his grim expression told her everything she needed to know. “Sprout?!” She cried, hoping the Omniscient Oak Tree Dweller had a different opinion.

What have I managed to do within the first hour of my first day in this school? I slowly walked in. A girl and a guy were standing there in front of Mr. Morris, facing their back to me. The guy had his arms crossed over his chest. Wait! I have seen this green t-shirt somewhere. And Blonde hair! Is he the Snow prince? Yes, he is!

"He's nothing! He doesn't have a pack-mark! He can't even keep his ears straight when the wind blows! How could he melt a Seat? How could Ronan... how could Ronan hold his hand? Ronan hates weakness! He always has! He's the Alpha Prince!" My voice broke entirely on the last word, the title tasting like ash and longing all at once. I pressed my knuckles against my mouth, as if I could physically hold the rest of my grief inside, but it kept leaking out anyway, in gasps and shudders I couldn't control.

Elizabeth said as she stepped around me. “It is alright; I just want them to help him,” I said as Elizabeth walked through the door. I looked to Carter, “There are protocols in our world, Julia. Those protocols are followed by everyone. A mate always stays with their mate. Especially the Prince’s mate,” he said calmly.

That was Prince. What did he want? ***

Their jaws were on the floor, so many shocking factors there. “And?” Conri asked after snapping out of it. His heart was drumming hard because as hard as he tried to hide it, seeing his cousin like that killed him. There was nothing he did not try to help his cousin but he had begun accepting that the Brum he raised and ruled with for so many years was gone. “Mate with their princess.” The Royal Beta finished off with the couple’s jaws dropping even lower than they had thought possible. Their brains were fried, mouth opening and closing all at once. All they could do was watch Beta Brum stride to the door which he opened and closed after him with such force it snapped those left in the room

Princess Haera, third child of King Aldric, bore an asterisk and a reference number. Following the reference led her to an appendix at the back of the book. More notes from Royal Physician Maltheus, these ones written in a hurried hand that suggested urgency or fear. Princess Haera's condition deteriorates. The King has forbidden further discussion, but I must record what I have witnessed. Her blood shows properties I cannot explain—it resists vampiric transformation at a cellular level while simultaneously demonstrating resonance patterns consistent with the eldest bloodlines. She should not exist as she does, caught between states, neither fully vampire nor...

I leap backward and block his attack with my silver energy. CLANG! His mutated claws collide violently against my power. Eamon’s strength is monstrous. The impact sends my feet skidding backward until I slam into the door behind me. “Where is your godlike power, Princess?!” Eamon mocks while relentlessly attacking me. His claws slash wildly, destroying the vanity table, ripping apart silk curtains, and splitting the wooden pillars surrounding us. “Why are you holding back? Use your magic!” I grit my teeth and block every strike. The Conduit bracelet around my wrist pulses with heat. I am deliberately avoiding using high-level energy.